Suddenly I realize it's the first day of Summer. This is not another post about the velocity of time. It's something more internal that has been asleep, maybe even hibernating. Since I've been at home, I have a new freedom to go out whenever I want, and that is what I've been doing, within the (still many) constraints of Nina's routines. But I don't do it everyday, at the same time, in a systematic way. Maybe because of that I have this strange sensation of missing something. My focus has changed as well. My look is no longer only around, it is also inside and, most of all, for this little being that (still) belongs to me. Maybe because of that, and too many days of rain and cold wind, this feeling that this Spring was a day or two, a fleeting moment... How strange! Suddenly, it's Summer and I still have a Spring to catch!